A bundle of joy
A bundle of joy arrived today. Three books which on brief inspection filled me with such anticipation that I can hardly bring myself to embark upon the journey proper, perhaps because I can already foresee and mourn the journey's end... But that anticipatory buzz of potential is magnificent while it lasts.
The three books are:
The three books are:
- Persepolis, the graphic novel by Marjane Satrapi. I want to see this at the cinema, where the simple. bold black and white images I am sure will outshine all but the best Hollywood glitz, but I always try to read the book first. If the film is seen first I always find it is difficult to go beyond that one interpretation of the book (perhaps due to the dominance of our visual sense). Even browsing the first couple of pages shows a delightful disdain for authority.
- Society of the Spectacle, by Guy Debord, perhaps the key Situationist text. Just the epigraph to the first section shows how relevant this work still is. "But for the present age, which prefers the sign to the thing signified, the copy to the original, representation to reality, appearance to essence...truth is considered profane, and only illusion is sacred. Sacredness is in fact held to be enhanced in proprotion as truth decreases and illusion increases, so that the highest degree of illusion comes to be the highest degree of sacredness. "
- We by Yevgeny Zamyatin, the inspiration for George Orwell's 1984. Zamyatin's belief in the absolute freedom of the human personality to create, to imagine, to love to make mistakes, and to change the world is itself inspirational. I think he and Guy may have got on well...
Labels: "George Orwell", 1984, persepolis, situationists